My First One Night Stand

A true story as told to me by a friend.

Let me tell you a bit about myself, First off, I am 31, a happily married woman of 10 years, my name is Lisa. I have a loving husband, and three young children that I adore.

I am around 5-7, slim to average, 34b - 25 – 35, medium size breasts, which are still quite firm in spite of having nursed three children, a small stomach, not quite flat, and some guys have remarked that I have a killer arse. My bottom is quite firm, and that and my legs are my best features. I do quite a bit of bike riding. I have blonde hair, which is natural, and goes down past my shoulders. I have been told I am quite attractive, I know I have quite a few admirers, for when I go out, I have been hit on many times, even by other women. I have to admit I find that to be a turn on, as I can be flirty. I enjoy the attention I get from men when I am out.

I work for a small business, doing all the accounting. With three children, and my husband working, I can only work part time, but I enjoy it very much. It gives me a break from the house, and the children, what I call 'my time'.

I was asked by the manager Greg, who I get on very well with, if I would like to go out with him and, and his wife Pam, this Thursday night for dinner, in appreciation of all the hard work I have put in for them. I asked my husband if he would like to come too, but he said he had some work preparation to do on some sales calls for the next day. He said, "You go, I will watch the kids, and do my work, then I'll watch TV, and relax. You go and enjoy yourself," and he gave me a kiss, "and don't tease the guys," he added, smacking me on my bum.

Thursday came around, and I have to admit that I was starting to look forward to going out to dinner. Its a long time since I had been out without my husband, and kids, so it would it would be a nice change, being able to relax, not wondering where the kids had gone. Maybe have a couple of drinks, but not too many, for I don't drink too much, they usually go straight to my head.

That day I got everything ready, made dinner early so that when my husband came home, he would not have to worry too much about feeding the kids. With dinner prepared, I left the kids watching TV, then went to have a nice long bath. Lying there, I started to wonder about the night, 'Hey maybe I will get hit on, maybe my husband's fantasy might happen.' He has frequently mentioned that he would love me to have a one-night stand with a stranger, but maybe I shouldn't think things like that. If I did, what would I do? After all, I would be out with my bosses.

I had just got out of the bath when I heard my husband came home, "Hey sexy," he shouted, "where are you?"

"Up here honey," I replied, I was drying myself as he came into the bedroom.

"So what are you going to wear?" he asked, "you will have to look your best with the bosses."

I laughed at him, "I am going to wear my green dress," which thankfully I could still fit into. Nice and silky, buttons down the front, it complements my blonde hair. It comes to about 2 inches above my knees, I have to make sure I keep my legs closed, otherwise you can see all my sex.

"Wow, you will kill them in that." I knew he loved that dress on me, "Okay, I will leave you to get ready." With that, he went down to see the kids, and get his dinner.

The top of my dress is quite open, so I put on a nice black half-cup uplift bra, to help enhance my breasts. I put on a pair of nice hipster white panties, that were high on my hips, spraying some perfume onto my shaven mound first. Then I put on some black tights, then my dress. Just then, my husband came into the room, "Wow," he said, "turn around," which I did for him. "Hey, you can't go out in that dress"

"Why?" I asked.

"Well for starters, you have a panty line, it spoils the dress."

"Well, I am not going out without any panties on," I replied.

He smiled, "Okay, why not put on a thong? Then you will not have any lines."

So I took off my dress and my panties, and looked for a nice thong, "Hey, why don't you put on the new one I bought you."

I looked at him as if he was crazy, "I can't go out in that," I said as I held it up. It was very small, barely covered my sex, I sometimes used it when I lay in the sun. It's like one of those Brazilian thongs, he loves it, with just a thin string between the crack of my bum, "I might as well go out with no panties."

"Yes you can, then you will look very nice, and smooth."

So I slipped it on, then looked in the mirror, 'Oh my God,' I thought, 'I would really have to watch when I open my legs, everyone would be able to see all my sex, it barely covered it.' I had to admit it looked so sexy, I turned around, "Oh fuck, look at my bum." My only covering was a very thin string disappearing into my bum ... I was basically naked.

"Hey," my husband said, "let's get my camera, before you put on your dress." He got his digital camera, "Okay, let's take some quick pics," so I posed for him. I began to enjoy it, I could feel my sex starting to moisten, he was getting me to bend over with my bum in the air, slowly opening my legs, taking very close pics of my glistening sex. "Hey honey," he said, "I think you are enjoying this." He went to put his fingers into my sex, "you are starting to get wet."

"Hey stop," I told him, "I have to get ready, we can finish this when I get home, okay."

"Okay honey," he replied, "I will leave you to get ready."

I had to go back into the bathroom and take a quick shower, because I had got very moist down there, and I did not want to go out all sticky. After my shower, I perfumed my mound again, dabbed plenty around my body, slipped on my thong, uplift bra, tights, and dress. I did my makeup, putting on lots of eye shadow, which my husband loves, and my lipstick, which is kissable.

Then I looked in the mirror, 'Wow,' I had to admit it myself, 'I think you will be hit on tonight babe,' I thought, with a giggle. I looked at my bum, it looks as they say 'a killer arse' with my 3 inch heels on, which made it look so tight, and so firm. I gave it a bit of a wiggle, feeling the string of my thong between the cheeks of my bum, rubbing inside the cleft of my sex. I thought, 'Oh God, I will have to be careful where it goes when I walk, and sit down. Okay, let's go get them,' and I went downstairs.

"Oh Jesus, Lisa, you look great, you are gorgeous." He started to take more pics, "turn around, and show me your bottom. Oh fuck babe, you are so hot."

"Thanks honey," I said, "I love you."

"Well, if you do not get propositioned tonight, you never will," my husband said.

I looked at him, "So what do you mean?"

"Well you know what we say when we are having sex."

"Yes" I replied.

"Where we both fantasise about you with another man."

"Yes, but that was just between us, it was a fantasy."

"Yes," he said "but look at the way it turns you on ... and me."

"Okay, so what are you saying? You want me to fuck another guy?" I said it sounding a bit annoyed.

"Well, would you like to? You never know who you might meet, where you are going."

"I don't think so," I said, "we are just going out for dinner, and after all, I will be with my boss, and his wife."

"Okay Lisa, just have fun." Just then we heard a car pull into the drive, "Hey, here is your lift," he said, coming over to give me a kiss, and a quick feel of my bum, "Oh fuck go, before I fuck you here and now," he added laughingly.

I blew him a kiss as I went out the door, "I love you," I said.

I went out to the car. "Wow," Pam said smiling, "you are out to kill someone, I will have to watch Greg."

He looked at me and winked. "So where are we going" I asked.

"Well we thought of this nice selective place, down by the beach," Pam said, "we go there quite often. It has a nice clientele, no head bangers, very selective," and she laughed.

We arrived at the place they had mentioned, it was called the Beach House. We went inside, and the head waiter met us by the door, "Good evening sir, and ladies," I have your table all ready for you, this way."

I looked around as we sat at our table. We could feel the warm sea breeze on us, and we seemed to be overlooking a dance floor. It was sunken a bit, you had to go down some small stairs to get to it, there was a small group playing music, the lights were dim, with candles on the tables. It felt so cosy, so intimate, I thought 'Oh what a nice place to meet your lover, that's if you had one.'

I could feel myself starting to relax, "Hey Lisa, would you like a glass of wine?" Pam asked.

"Yes, I would love one." The waiter just seemed to walk away without waiting for Greg and Pam to order a bottle.

"Its okay, Lisa, he knows what we like."

After we had a glass of wine, this man came over. He was a stranger to me, but Pam and Greg seemed to know him. Pam introduced us, he looked to be around 50, tall, well mannered, well dressed, in good shape, clean looking. He held out his hand, my hand seemed to disappear in it, they where huge, he kissed it, "Very pleased to meet you, Lisa."

I have a thing for hands, his were nice, and soft, a naughty thought ran through my head, 'I wonder what they would feel like, touching me. My God,' I thought, 'what am I thinking?' He also had nice clean fair hair, 'okay, this was my kinda man.'

"My name is John," he said, "sorry I am a bit late."

I looked at Pam, she smiled at me "Its okay Lisa, he is a very good client, we had ordered a table for 4, but when your husband was not able to come, we invited John to join us, hope you do not mind. He is from out of town, staying at the hotel next door. He would have been stuck at the hotel, all on his own. I had no option really, but to invite him to join us.

"No, that's quite okay," I told Pam.

The dinner was very nicely presented, even the head chef came out to see what we thought. I felt so important, that someone like that would bother coming out to see what we thought. Pam looked at me, "Hey Lisa, would you like to powder your nose?" We both went to the rest room, I felt a bit unsteady on my legs. It must be the wine, but it was so nice. I could not remember how many glasses I had had. I noticed that when we stood up, John did too. "Lisa," Pam said as we got into the rest room, "so what do you think of John?"

I smiled, and looked at her, "I think you set this all up."

Pam smiled back, "Well, it would not have been nice for you, sitting all on your own now, would it? Also, John has had a bit of bad luck, his wife died 10 months ago, he's still not really over it. We did not want him on his own, we will not forget this Lisa."

"No, that's okay," I replied, "he seems to be a very nice guy."

"Hey, do you like to dance? John is a great dancer, but don't let him get too close," Pam warned.

"Okay, tell me what you mean by that," I replied.

"Ha, ha! I will let you find out for yourself, just relax and enjoy yourself, you seem be doing that already, and whatever happens, it is our secret, okay."

I looked at her puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Pam smiled, "It's okay, just enjoy yourself."

I shook my head, "Hey I am, it's been so nice up to now, thanks for inviting me."

We held hands like two sisters, walking back to our table. When I went to sit down, John held my seat out for me, "Thanks," I said as I sat down, then I felt his hand touch the back of my neck. I shivered, I didn't know if it was intentional, but his hand seemed to caress my neck.

We all sat there talking, laughing. I was starting to really relax, it was a long time since I had felt this way. We were watching the other people starting to dance when John asked me if I would like to dance. It was a salsa type dance, that's one of my favourites, "I would love to John," I said as I looked across at Pam. She winked at me and blew me a kiss.

John and I got onto the dance floor. Pam was right, John could certainly dance, and as I love doing the salsa, we really both complemented each other. There was one time when I had my back to him, he put his hands on my waist, pulling my bottom onto him. As I shook it around, he kissed me on the back of my neck. I felt a shock go right threw me, I could feel my stomach send a secret message to my sex, and breasts.

I turned around, he smiled at me, and I just smiled back at him. I wondered if he could notice my nipples, which were getting firm. He pulled me close, his hands went around my hips, sliding them up, and down, 'Oh God,' I thought, 'he will know I have no panties on, just a thong.' He put his hand onto my bottom, to swing me around, and just as I came back he put both hands on my bottom.

The music stopped. 'Wow,' I thought, 'what a dancer, Pam was right. We just seemed to know what each other was going to do.' The music started to play again, it was a slow one, John put his hands on my hips, and I put mine around his neck.

We started to dance, "Lisa, your husband is so very lucky to have you," he whispered in my ear, making me shiver once again.

I felt his hand caressing my bum, I knew what he was doing, trying to find my panty line. It was just as well that the lights were low there, because I was starting to feel his bulge, in the front of him, as we moved. 'God,' I thought 'what does he have there?'

It was pushing onto my stomach, I could not help myself, I slowly pushed forward onto it, keeping my hips moving. He was letting his hand slide all over my bum, "Oh God, Lisa, do you know what you are doing to me"

I leaned into him, knowing my sex would be pushing onto his bulge, and looked at him, smiling, "Hey," I said, "I will stop if you want me to." I felt his cock seeming to get harder, 'Oh God,' I thought 'what am I doing, and saying? I am acting like a single woman.' I pulled away and looked down to his slacks, 'Oh God, he looks big.' I could see the bulge, it was as big as my husbands, but it seemed like it was not even half hard. I nearly slid my hand down to feel it, I wondered how big he was, 'God, what am I thinking?'

I could feel the string from my thong, caught inside my outer sex lips, rubbing me, my nipples were so hard, just as well I had a bra on. I felt that if he was to take me outside, I would be all his. I have never felt so switched on, so hot, by another man, then I thought 'Oh fuck, is this what my husband meant, like in our fantasy, the thrill of feeling a strange man inside me, doing whatever he wants to me.' I felt so light-headed.

The music stopped, we looked at the small group, the leader announced, "Okay people, we are taking a short break."

We went back to the table, Pam and Greg were sitting there, "Hey Lisa, we didn't know you could move like that," said Pam.

Greg added, "We had to get off the floor, you were showing us up."

"Well it's thanks to John," I replied, "he is great to dance with." As I looked at him, smiling, I felt his hand go onto my thigh, slowly caressing it, sliding down to my knee. I felt it on the inside of my leg, trying to go under my skirt ... his hand was hot, it felt like his hand was burning my leg. I could feel myself getting wet, 'What shall I do, for the first time in my life I wanted to have another man inside me, fucking me, in whatever position he wanted. To do with me whatever, I wanted to feel his cock, for I knew he was a lot bigger than my husband, just feeling what another man's cock feels like, stroking it, feeling it, so hot, and hard, throbbing in my hand, in my mouth, inside me. Feeling his sperm shooting inside me, tasting it, oh fuck, what shall I do?' After all, my husband said enjoy myself, it was his fantasy to know that I have been fucked by another man.

I looked at John, giving a little shake of my head, a 'no' to his putting his hand up under my skirt. He kept his hand on my thigh, lightly moving it up and down, I smiled at him, so that he knew I did not mind him doing that much. I slid my hand down onto his thigh, I was dying to touch his cock, he turned his body towards me, so that my hand slid onto his cock without my intending it to. 'Oh fuck, what is that he has? It felt so hard.' I heard him give a groan, just as well the band was playing again, and Pam and Greg were up dancing.

John leant over to me, "Lisa, please don't take this the wrong way, but would you like to come to my room when we finish here, just for a drink ... please, just you and me? Nothing will happen that you do not want to ... please." He put his hand over mine, pressing it onto his cock, "See what you do to me," he said, smiling.

It felt huge ... well, bigger than my husband that's for sure. I wondered what it would feel like, would it be too big for me? I had never known anyone else since I got married. John kissed me on my neck, my ear, all the time holding my hand on his cock. I turned to him, then suddenly his lips met mine, 'Oh God, I felt his tongue inside my mouth. Oh fuck, it's been a long time since I was kissed like this.'

Just then, my mobile rang, I looked at it, 'Fuck, it's my husband, hope everything's okay with him.' I put my finger to my mouth, "Excuse me John, it's my husband calling." I went outside to answer it, "Hey honey, is everything okay?"

My husband laughed down the phone line, "Yes, I was just ringing to make sure you are having a great time, what have you been up to?" he asked.

"Not much," I said.

"Hey, is that music in the background?"

"Yes," I replied.

"So have you been showing them your sexy salsa?" he asked.

"Yes, I have had a couple of dances."

"So tell me about that."

I did not know if I should mention about John joining us, about what Pam and Greg had set up, "We are at a place called the Beach House."

"Yes, I know it," he said, "It's very selective, very nice. Some of the guys have been there with their girlfriends, if you know what I mean. So what is this guy like that you have been dancing with?"

'Oh God, what do I say?' "He is quite nice, he knows Pam and Greg," I replied.

"So are you having fun?"

"Yes, I feel safe here, it's so relaxing."

"So have you been hit on yet?" he asked laughing.

I laughed back, trying to sound casual, "Yes, as a matter of fact, quite a few times," I said teasingly.

"So what do you think babe, is this the night for our fantasy, you being so happy, maybe a bit drunk?"

"Oh, you never know, maybe," I said, "would you mind?" I was openly teasing him.

"Ha ha, hey honey, all I want is for you to have fun, you know it is one of my fantasies, but it's up to you, okay."

Just then, John came up to me, mouthing, "Hey, is everything okay?"

I smiled, nodding yes, and then said teasingly to my husband, knowing John could hear, "So what you are saying is, that if I want to, I could fuck him, is that what you mean?" I was purposely looking at John. He came around behind me, kissing and nuzzling my neck. A shiver went all through my body, feeling my nipples starting to firm, tingles running down my stomach, into my sex. John's hands slid around my waist, down to my thighs, with the thumbs sliding onto my mound.

"Oh God yes, honey, but only if you want to, don't forget it was both our fantasies, I will still love you," my husband told me down the phone line from home.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Oh God yes, you want to see what you have done to me, just talking about it," he said, "God, I am so hard, just thinking about it."

I laughed, "I will think about it," but I knew what I was about to do, for I could feel John's quite large sex organ rubbing on my bottom. I knew I had to fuck him, "Hey honey" I said, "would you like to talk to him?" teasing him.